#mycsotis

the girl frowns, almost unwilling to admit she heard about the vulpine man’s birthday and prepared something with a bit of elbow grease, her wages assisting kuras ( he refused to let her be without some compensation ), and creativity. handing over the canvas neatly wrapped in cloth, saya speaks hesitantly. “ … here. happy birthday. ” on the canvas, it’s a well-done monochromatic art piece with his visage, lounging lazily yet elegantly on stone steps. its hard to recount when she saw him do this, but much of it was by memory.

❝      if  this  is  about  payment  there  is  no  need.    ❞  the  doctor  offers  a warm  smile,    ❝      the  greatest  payment  is  to  see  you  and  your  brother  unharmed.    ❞

"You were in charge of watching over the Masters in the Coffins, right...? I owe you a huge debt."

the fight was long and tedious ; alphinaud's sole focus on protecting and healing everyone else around him. nothing unusual, for the most part. it was easy enough getting into rhythm, any racing thoughts dulling into a mindless hum beyond keep close to your teammates. sharp blue eyes found the dark knight easily, always impressed her methods. she was doing well, seemingly about to finish up their combat with their battered opponent.

-- a crushing blow to his chest took him by complete surprise. alphinaud wasn't paying attention to his front, his breath ripped from his lungs as he stumbled back. it hurt, but ( unlike alisaie ) he managed to block the worst of it. easy enough to heal up, yet the shock still left him slightly dazed, frozen in place whilst masya finished up. ' well, that was most -- masya !! ' his voice, albeit faint, still carried strength within it. he sighed as the barely - taller miqo'te lifted him like a damsel in distress.

@mycsotis asked:

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜ from saya 👍

AN ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS

"And what makes you think that I did it to help you specifically? I simply loathe people who talk too much about things that aren't their business."

Dorian looks away from the young girl to glare at the two sophomores whose voices he'd just taken away, two seashells on his bracelet glowing with the newly-acquired bounty. One second-year glares back, the other looking terrified but still defiant, but in the end both students scurry away like startled fishies.

"Cowards." Dorian sneers, narrowed golden eyes following the two retreating students until they'd disappeared completely. Only then does he look at Saya, the first year still hidden behind his back from when he'd put himself between the two blabbermouths and the girl.

"is there anything you need help with?" mhin asks quietly, glancing a bit to the side. usually they would leave if kuras was not around but they did realize that their behavior towards saya might be read as cold... at least they try to be nice.